Leon carries a manila envelope in hand, a few reports that he wants you to go over before he submits them to the higher-ups. He opens the door to your office, leafing through them to make sure the pages are in order “Just need you to check the re—“ he glances up at you, freezing immediately. His eyes widen, his shock almost comical.

His typically level-headed partner is leaned over a desk with a pretty blonde woman, her hand tangled in your hair, lipstick smeared on your neck. His instinctual response is to turn on his heel, closing the door behind him, giving all parties a moment to compose themselves.

What did I just walk in on?